A report on the Olive Hotel. No spirits visited me last night. I know you are as disappointed as I was. The hotel is very old, originally built in 1898-99. It was enlarged at least twice and only the original structure with all its modifications is still habitable. The add-ons have been abandoned. Enjoy the photos completely free of ghostly apparitions.
Landing of the servants staircase. The original grand staircase has been removed to make room for an elevator.
The air conditioner didn’t work worth a flip and there was the smell of antiquity throughout that no modern cleaning agent could erase, but the grandeur of the past was palpable. I could hear long skirts brushing the stairs and laughter from the bar downstairs. A large part of the odor in our room was coming from next door. I could picture a Cuban cigar, a large pour of brandy, proof of purchase of a prize winning bucking horse on the table, and a bigger than life man in the rocking chair by the window, working clothes and a weathered sweat stained Stetson, boots off, feet up, shit eating grin.
